I must confess that I live like a lib. I live in a leftist enclave in California and in an artsy part of Texas. And it’s not a bad life. It’s quite comfortable. I get all the advantages of a smug, affluent lib life – like good restaurants – with none of the demerits that come from liberal government. Because of course, liberals don’t live like liberals. Liberals live like conservatives. They don’t tolerate crime. They don’t tolerate disorder. They don’t tolerate schools that don’t teach their precious Ashleighs and Kaydens to read. It’s a feudal system, and they are the nobility – the smug, self-satisfied nobility, and it’s no serfs allowed.

Of course, I live among them. I used to be a lawyer. I can live among them. I have a choice. I certainly don’t want to live in the ruins that they’ve created everywhere else. And of course, neither do they. But here’s the thing. These nobles dwell in a bubble, and, in many ways, their inability to see beyond it blinds them. I get to see outside of it. I’m a conservative. I look. But it’s easy to understand how they don’t know what’s actually going on. Of course, they don’t really care, at least not enough to do anything about it, but the fact that they don’t understand anything outside their little world is demonstrated every time they start trying to understand us. They don’t understand us. They can’t understand us. And this is a big problem for them. This is how things like Spencer Pratt come along and sideswipe them.

Yes, they understand that, in theory, there’s crime and there’s bums, and there’s a total breakdown in education that’s creating a massive generation of active illiterates. But they won’t feel it. They won’t see it. They won’t see it when they travel. I see it because I travel like a liberal. I just went off to Chicago to visit. Chicago is a war zone, but not where I was. I stayed in the Loop. It was........

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